your enemy is always finding a way to touch you.

whether is poking you in the cheeks,

or fisting your hair in the back of your head.

*sometimes, just to make you miserable, whenever you’re talking to a guy, he always “stakes his claim”.

even if he says he has no interest in you.

you’re talking to this cute blonde guy, captain of the rugby team.

he grabs your arm “hey, are you free Friday night?”

“I-“ but you’re suddenly pulled back into a chest. Hard, strong arms wrap around your midsection.

“Actually, she’s busy with me.” his annoying deep voice rolls.

you look back to his jaw clenched, eyes glaring at the guy.